All of Me

I still don’t like my squishy bits, particularly round my tummy. But whether I like it or not, it’s all me, every single bit and whether I lose or gain weight, there’s some things that won’t change. There’s bits of me that are genetically wired and I need to learn to accept them: my build is part of my collective history, a line of ancestry that goes back for generations. There’s been some fierce, strong women in my family and I should be proud of that and wear my body like a badge of honour. Adjusting my thinking to this will take time, but I’ll get there, it’s already happening.

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